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 Somalia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Associates to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Mars,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.