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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.