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 New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.