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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 The Selecter to the rap 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators 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?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.