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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.