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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.