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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.