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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.