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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.