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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.