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 Nigeria and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Scion,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.