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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Association to the grime 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.