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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.