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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
The Human League,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.