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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.