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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.