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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the grime 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.