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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.