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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Slits 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.