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 Andorra 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.