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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.