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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.