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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.