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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Steve Hackett to the dance 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Wire,
The Names,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.