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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Shoche to the punk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.