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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 The Seeds to the jazz 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
UT,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.