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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Panda Bear to the grime 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Franke,
10cc,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.