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 Korea North 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.