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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.