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 Netherlands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.