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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.