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 Nigeria 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.