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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.