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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
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.