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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.