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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 The Doors to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.