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 Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.