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 Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Crime 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.