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 Somalia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.