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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cramps to the funk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.