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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.