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 Angola and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Aloha Tigers 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.