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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 10cc to the electroclash 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Franke,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.