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 Zimbabwe 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.