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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.