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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Can,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.