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 Cameroon and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu 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 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.