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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the funk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.