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 Canada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Robert Hood to the grime 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
The Litter,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.