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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.