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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.