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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.