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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.