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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Slave,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.