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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
ABC,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.