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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
MC5,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.