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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.