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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Inner City,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.