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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.