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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
The Index,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Moebius,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.