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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.