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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.