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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.