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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the jazz 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.