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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.