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 San Marino and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.