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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.