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 Portugal 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.