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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.