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 South Africa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 F. McDonald to the punk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
PIL,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.