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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.