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 Rwanda 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.