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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.