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 Libya 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.