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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover 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?
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.