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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.