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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.