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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
ABC,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.