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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fela Kuti to the disco 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.