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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.