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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Gong,
Slave,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.