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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Alarm Clocks 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.