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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.