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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
UT,
CMW,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.