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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.