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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.