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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.