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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.