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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the grunge 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.