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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.