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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.