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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Erasure to the funk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Japan,
Nico,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.