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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Outsiders,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.