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 Israel and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Anakelly to the rock 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.