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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.