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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.