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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.