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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 snare 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.