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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.