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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.