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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.