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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 The Saints to the disco 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Skarface,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
The Names,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.