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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.