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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.