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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.