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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.