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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.