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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Wire,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.