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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Brick,
Crime,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.