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 Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.