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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.