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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.