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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s.
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 John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.