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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.