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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Kinks to the dance 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.