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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the dance 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
The Index,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.