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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 theremin 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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.