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 Guinea 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Nas,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.