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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 The Move to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.