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 Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.