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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.