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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
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 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.