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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Monolake,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.