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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.