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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.