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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Pantytec to the funk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
The Names,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.