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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Television,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Can,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.