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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.