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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.