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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.