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 Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.