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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.