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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.