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 Belize 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.