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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.