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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Television,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.