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 Greece and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.