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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 The Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Television,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.