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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.