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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.