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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.