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 Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.