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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.