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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.