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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.