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 Spain 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.