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 Austria and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moebius to the rock 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.