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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.