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 Samoa 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.