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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.