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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Wire,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.