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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.