Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.