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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Franke,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.