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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.