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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Marmalade to the grime 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.