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 Switzerland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Index to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.