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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.