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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the grunge 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.