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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.