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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.