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 Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Can,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.