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 Iran and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.