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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.