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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.