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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the funk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.