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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Dual Sessions to the grime 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.