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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.