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 Bologna.
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 Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Model 500,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.