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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.