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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.