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 Belize and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.