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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
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The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.