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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.