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 Ghana 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Crime,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Unwound,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.