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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Rapeman to the rap 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.