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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the crunk 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.