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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.