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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
DNA,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.