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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the grunge 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Josef K,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
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Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.