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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.