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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Mr. Review 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.