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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 sitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.