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 Haiti 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren 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?
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.