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 Bhutan 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.