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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
The New Christs,
UT,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Monks,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.