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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.