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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the disco 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.