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 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.