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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Suicide,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.