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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.