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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.