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 Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the grime 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.