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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the rock 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.