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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Swans,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.