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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.