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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the rock 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.