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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Organ,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Nico,
The Names,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.