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 Somalia and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.