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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Crime,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.