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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.