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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.