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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.