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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.