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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 The Moody Blues to the rock 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.