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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the disco 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.