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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 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 Flash Fearless to the rap 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
PIL,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.