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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.