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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Urselle to the jazz 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.