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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 Soul Sonic Force 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.