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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the punk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.