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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.