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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.