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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.