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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 Lou Reed 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.