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 Gabon 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.