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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Flipper to the electroclash 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.