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 Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Scion,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.