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 Yemen 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.