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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 spring reverb 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Wire,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Television,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.