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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Dead Boys to the grunge 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.