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 Korea South and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Steve Hackett to the grime 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.