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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.