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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Charles Mingus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Pylon,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.