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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
cv313,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.