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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.