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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.