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 Montenegro and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 John Lydon to the rock 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.