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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Real Kids to the punk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.