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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.