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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Ludus,
Nico,
Josef K,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.