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 France and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.