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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Bill Wells 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.