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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Star Department to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.