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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 The Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Visage,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.