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 Greece and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.