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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Happenings to the electroclash 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Index,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.