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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.