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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.