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 Gambia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Slackers to the crunk 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.