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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.