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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Masters at Work to the funk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.