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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bar-Kays to the electroclash 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
X-101,
Brick,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.