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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.