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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Ten City,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.