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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.