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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Trojans to the electroclash 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.