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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.