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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Slits to the dance 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Wings,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.