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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Zapp to the rock 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.