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 Slovakia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.