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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 punk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.