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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.