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 Guyana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
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 sitar 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Smog,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.