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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Ronan,
Monolake,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat 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.