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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.