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 Mauritius and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.