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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Adolescents to the rap 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.