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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Altered Images 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.