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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Goldenarms to the funk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.