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 South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
June Days,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.