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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Little Man to the jazz 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.