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 India and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.