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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.