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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.