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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
CMW,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.