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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.