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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 The Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.