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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.