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 Greece and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.