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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Fear,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.