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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Can,
Organ,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.