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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.