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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
cv313,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.