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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Brick,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.