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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yaz to the grunge 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.