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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.