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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Busters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.