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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.