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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.