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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Japan to the punk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.