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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantaleimon to the punk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.