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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace 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?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Technova,
Ossler,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.