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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 The Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.