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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 The Electric Prunes 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.