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 Slovenia and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.