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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.