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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.