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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Wire,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Television,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.