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 Eritrea 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.