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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lungfish 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.