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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.