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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.