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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
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 sitar 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 Nirvana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.