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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.