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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.