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 Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.