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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.