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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.