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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Gong,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.