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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.