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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Josef K,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.