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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.