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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.