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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June Days to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.