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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Can,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.