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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Slits 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.