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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
New Order,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.