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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.