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 Sweden and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.