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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Panda Bear to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.