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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Anakelly to the disco 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.