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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.