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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Aswad to the electroclash 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.