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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.