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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.