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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.