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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.