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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 clarinet 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Fear,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Index,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.