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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.