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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.