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 Ivory Coast 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Siglo XX to the dance 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
the Swans,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.