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 Australia 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.