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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Erasure to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.