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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.