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 Cuba 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.