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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.