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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scratch Acid to the grime 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Scion,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.