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 Fiji and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lalann to the jazz 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.