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 Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.