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 Israel and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.