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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.