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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.