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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 cv313 to the disco 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.