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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.