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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
10cc,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.