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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
UT,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.