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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.