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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.