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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.