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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.