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 Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.