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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One 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 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.