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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 World's Most to the grunge 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.