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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mantronix 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.