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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.