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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.