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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Raincoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Technova,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.