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 Liberia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.