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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 FM Einheit to the funk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.