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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.