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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.