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 Mexico and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Byron Stingily to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.