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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Minutemen to the grunge 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.