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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the punk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.