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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 PIL to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.