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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus to the jazz 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.