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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas 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?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.