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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.