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 Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
UT,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
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.