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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Index,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Franke,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.