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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.