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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.