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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.