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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Guru Guru to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Slave,
Pole,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
New Order,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.