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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Henry Cow to the rock 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.