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 Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
New Order,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.