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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.