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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.