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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 chamberlin 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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station 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?
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.