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 Tuvalu 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.