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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.