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 Nauru 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 T. Rex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.