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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.