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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 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 Glenn Branca to the rock 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.