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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.