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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Index,
X-101,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.