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 Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.