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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.