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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the crunk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.