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 Philippines 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Q65,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.