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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.