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 Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.