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 Austria 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.