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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Bill Near,
New Order,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.