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 Dominican Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the disco 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.