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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.