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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.