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 Argentina and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.