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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.