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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.