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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
The Residents,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.