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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.