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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 The Stooges to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.