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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 DNA to the grime 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.