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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Oneida to the punk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.