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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Monks,
Monolake,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Yellowson,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.