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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scientists to the electroclash 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.