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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Khruangbin to the grunge 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.