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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Royal Trux 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.