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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
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.