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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.