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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.