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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Searchers,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.