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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.