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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Swans,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.