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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Henry Cow 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.