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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.