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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Q65,
cv313,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.