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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Ronan to the punk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.