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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.