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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.