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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.