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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.