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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
MDC,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.