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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.