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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Wings,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.