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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Nas,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.