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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.