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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.