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 Rwanda and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.