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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Maurizio to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.