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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.