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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
UT,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.