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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.