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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.