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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
New Order,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.