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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.