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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Television,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.