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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ultimate Spinach 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.