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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The New Christs 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.