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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead C to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.