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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.