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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 The Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.