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 Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 The Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.