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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
MC5,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.