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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.