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 Romania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.