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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Victims to the dance 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.