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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.