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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Moebius,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.