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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Machine to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.