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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.