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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.