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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.