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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.