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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.