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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.