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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.