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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound Behaviour 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
MC5,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.