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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Bronski Beat to the grime 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.