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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.