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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.