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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.