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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Ituana,
DNA,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.