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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Kinks to the jazz 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Television,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.