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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 clarinet 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 Bluetip to the techno 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.