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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.