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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.