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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.