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 Brazil 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.