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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Silicon Teens to the funk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.