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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.