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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Smog,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
X-101,
the Association,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.