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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris Corsano to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Monks,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.