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 Zambia and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 theremin 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.