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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Crime,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.