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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Y Pants to the techno 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
New Order,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.