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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Blake Baxter to the disco 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.