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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Dark Day to the jazz 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.