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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Aswad to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
UT,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
DNA,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.