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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.