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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.