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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Cymande to the rock 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.