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 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.