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 Poland and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.