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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.