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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
CMW,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.