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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Monks to the jazz 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.