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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 ABBA to the grunge 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.