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 Ghana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light to the funk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.