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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.