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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.