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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Japan,
UT,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.