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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.