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 Lesotho and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.