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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.