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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.