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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.