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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Infiniti to the jazz 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.