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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.