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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.