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 Canada and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.