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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the crunk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.