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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.