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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 John Holt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.