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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Avey Tare to the punk 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.