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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.