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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Prince Buster 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.