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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.