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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.