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 Germany and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
MC5,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.