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 Korea North and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.