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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.