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 Nicaragua 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.