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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 clarinet 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 Faust to the crunk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.