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 Japan and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.