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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.