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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Charles Mingus 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.