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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 One Last Wish to the crunk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.