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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.