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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Index,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.